Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3267 | 2013-12-24 05:25:48 | 91.96 | 95% |
| 2998 | 2013-11-30 17:12:13 | 84.96 | 95% |
| 2969 | 2013-11-29 17:33:54 | 91.39 | 95% |
| 2817 | 2013-11-26 04:59:38 | 92.75 | 97% |
| 2770 | 2013-11-25 19:56:56 | 88.33 | 96% |
| 1898 | 2013-11-11 01:56:54 | 91.76 | 98% |
| 1481 | 2010-04-13 20:28:46 | 99.13 | |
| 1364 | 2010-03-20 19:53:38 | 81.21 | |
| 1095 | 2010-03-06 03:31:56 | 84.15 |